The Ballad of Tiffany Renee

Chapter 1

I have always loved pretty things, for as far back as I can
remember. Silky, soft clothing on a woman looks so
beautiful, and feels so good. Even as a child, I loved the
feel of satin, silk, and nylon brushing across my skin.

One of my earliest memories was of an Aunt of mine putting
a pair of pantyhose on me and telling me to go show my mom
how pretty I was. I loved the feeling of the nylon on my
legs, and instantly fell in love with feeling pretty. I
showed my mom, and she did say that I was pretty, but that
was just humoring a three year old. I was hooked on the
experience!

For years, off and on, I would get a pair of my mom's hose
and wear them. It wasn't until I was nine or ten that I
discovered the thrill of wearing panties and dresses, as
well. Bras, heels, and makeup came later, adding to the
experience. It finally got to the point that I wanted to be
dressed as a girl, and be accepted as a pretty girl, but I
was scared to death of being caught. I wanted to be treated
like a pretty girl, more so than anything else in the
world.

The summer of my thirteenth year, I decided to change the
situation: I was going to go out as a pretty girl. Tiffany
Renee was born!

I got my courage up, and planned a trip to the local
theater to catch a movie. I got everything I needed
gathered up and waited for the right night to come.

The perfect night arrived. My little brother and sister
were spending a few weeks out of town with relatives. My
mom started working her night rotations, and Dad's job kept
him out of town most of the week. Like I said, perfect!

Chapter 2

About three p.m. on a Friday afternoon, I took a long hot
bath, shaving off all my body hair (seeing how I was
thirteen, I didn't have much at all). After drying off and
powdering my self, I sat on mom's bed in front of her
vanity and painted my fingernails and toenails a deep, dark
red.

Then, I got the clothes out. First came the panty girdle,
which held everything tucked up inside of me, then my mom's
36 D cup black lacey bra. I next put on my dark, coffee
colored pantyhose, then the black lacy panties (that
matched the bra) over the hose. I'm sorry, but wearing my
panties on the outside of my hose made me feel sexy, still
does!

I was getting real excited now, but the panty girdle held
everything in place, so I still had the smooth outline, and
the appearance wasn't ruined. Next came the hip pads,
stuffed between the hose and girdle, to help give me a
girly shape. Now was the fun part. Like I said, I did
prepare a bit before hand, so I got my bra padding ready.
They were 4 heavy-duty water balloons, stuffing one balloon
within another, creating a pair of double walled balloons.
These I filled with warm water, tied them real well, and
stuffed them within the bra. I now had my own titties!!
Making sure they were level, I slipped into my mom's
shortest black slip.

Now the real fun part. I got my sisters red mini-dress out
with these little black polka dots, and slid it over my now
feminized body. On her, it was baggy and knee length, but
on me it hugged every curve and came to eight inches above
my knees. It was short sleeved, and the neckline was
ruffled and elastic, so i could wear it on or off shoulder.
The skirt part was slightly pleated and had some flair to
it. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it!

Next came the shoes. Lord, how I loved those things! An
aunt of mine gave them to me to give to my mom, but I was a
naughty girl and kept them for myself! They were red, with
four inch spike heels, opened toed with straps that came up
from around the back of the heels, wrapped around the
ankle, and fastened with a little gold buckle. The perfect
'fuck me!' shoes! I had been practicing walking in them so
I had that part down pat! The short skirt, high heels, and
hip pads gave a killer swing to my walk!

I sat at the mirror and did my makeup, making sure to
highlight the lashes, cheekbones, and then applying
lipstick in the same shade as my nails. I got out the final
piece of the puzzle: my mom's long wavy platinum wig! It
came down to halfway down my back! Clip on hoop earrings,
dangle bracelets, a silver necklace, and silver chain belt
finished it off. Time to look in the mirror.

WOW!! I was hot! I looked just like a sixteen year olds
tease, but a hottie, nonetheless! After a few glasses of
dad's wine to calm my nerves, I gathered up my red purse
and out the front door I went!

Chapter 3

Gawd, I was so nervous! I planned on walking to the
theater, which was about a half a mile away, so I left in
plenty of time. I got a lot of honks, a few 'Hey babe's',
and whistles on the way. I loved it! Then, I froze.

A cop car! He drove by, then pulled over and asked if I
needed a ride. Cool! Even a cop noticed me as a girl! He
asked where I was going, and I told him to the movies. He
got out, came around to the other side and opened the
passenger door and told me to hop in, he'd take me! Lordy,
I was nervous, but elated at the same time! Thank goodness
for the wine!

As he pulled away, he asked me my name. "Tiffany Renee" I
told him. His was Kyle, and he asked me my age, where I
went to school, and did I have a boyfriend.

"Well, hon, I'm sixteen, and my daddy doesn't let me date
yet, so I don't have a boyfriend yet, but a lot of guys are
interested!"

"I'll bet, " he replied, with a little gleam in his eyes.
"but I don't blame your daddy, a fox like you, the guys
would do anything to get into your panties!"

I blushed big time. I didn't expect this, a cop hitting on
me. "Oh, I wouldn't let them, I'm a good girl! I do what
ever my daddy tells me to."

"I'm sure you are," he replied with a wink. This was too
much; this cop was actually flirting with me!

Since the movies weren't due to start for a while, we went
ahead and continued his patrol. We chatted and laughed, and
I was really getting into it, after all, a cute cop was
hitting on me. He complemented me on my looks, my dress,
and told me I was a very pretty girl. I could have melted
right there, the very words I always wanted to hear.

"So, why are you out by yourself? I'm sure your daddy
wouldn't approve his sweet thing walking outside late by
herself."

"Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend, so I got
kinda bored at home all alone," I said with a wink. He
looked a little uncomfortable for a second or so.

"Well, I hope your weekend gets better," he said as he
reached over to pat my leg, as he had a few times before.
This time, he left it there for a few minutes. Then I
realized how much of my luscious thighs were showing.

You see, a dress that comes to eight inches above the knees
when standing has a bad habit of riding up when seated in a
car, and four inch heels don't help much, either. I had my
ankles crossed and knees together and to one side, but that
side was toward him. He couldn't see my panties, but it was
close.

Finally, we got to the theater, and he reluctantly removed
his hand, asking me what time the movie got out. After
telling him, he got out, opened my door and took my hand
and helped me out. After thanking him, I turned to the box
office and suddenly felt a pinch. He pinched my rump! I
turned and gave him a smile and a wink, which immediately
turned him red and he bent at the wait a bit.

"I'll see you later," I said, as I strutted into the
theater.

"You bet you sweet cheeks you will," I heard him say as he
got back in the car and pulled off. And he was right, but I
had some fun inside to take care of first!

To be continued...